S city, in a certain movie theater.
Zhao Ranxuan raised his head and looked at the scrolling pictures on the big screen of the cinema.
The girl we chased together all those years
On the screen, Shen Jiayi was poking Ke Jingteng's back with a ballpoint pen. Zhao Ranxuan pulled an imperceptible smile at the corner of his mouth and murmured: "Those years..." After hesitating for a long time, he finally queued up to get a movie ticket.
"No. 15, Row 9, where is it?" Muttering the numbers on the number plate, Zhao Ranxuan slowly moved forward with the faint light in front of his eyes, and finally found the ninth row.
"12...13...14...15!" She groped slowly and found her seat, only to find someone sitting blankly on the seat.
"Sir, you are sitting in the wrong seat." She reminded in a calm tone, her eyes moving inadvertently, and finally stopped on the man in front of her, who had taken her seat.
Their eyes met, and time flowed to that year full of memories.